#all hail the bright sunshine

[amu-brain-dump]

beloved mutual amu how are you spending the last day of 2024 and how are you spending the first day of 2025

I just awoke (lies, I've been awake for like an hour but I didn't wanna get out of bed) so I'm gonna have some breakfast first 😁 then I'm gonna name a star with a friend for another friend's Christmas gift and then will go to work. I do get off work relatively early so I'll be on videocall with my family for the start of the year.

As for tomorrow I don't have plans in the morning so I'll probably just stay in bed until I have to eat and then go to work. But if I don't do that, I'll sew something for Shouko, who is receiving many things lately hehe. And no, I'm not sorry for shoehorning her into everything, I'm obsessed you see.

[jollyhunter]

24 Kinky Days with Dean x reader - Day 12.

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Warnings: None! SFW. Just pure fluff! (English is not my native language) If you squint your eyes, it contains brief reference to Dec.9 (Whip Stroke)

Summary: Just Dean taking care of his clingy morning honey-badger. <3

Words: 800

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Feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated! And let me know whether you enjoy it so far! <3 A/N: After we had Dean's deadbeat mode yesterday, I felt like it's readers turn for sleepy-grouchy-mode and getting pampered. Maybe mornings aren't that bad after all

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12th Dec. - My entire world

“Rise and shine.”

Nope you think to yourself and roll over to the side.

“Up - c’mon, sunshine.”

You grumble something and pull the blanket over your head.

Dean sighs and leans down to pull the blanket back again. You protest by whining terribly and tugging at it, trying to disappear under it. Dean can’t help but chuckle at your futile attempt to bury yourself in the heap of blankets and pillows. He sticks his head in between you and the blanket he’s now holding at bay with his right hand. He nuzzles his face into your curled up form, “C’mon sunshine” he mutters in between your grouchy sounds, “You gotta get up.”

“I don’t wanna… leave meee,” you whine, and the words come out almost like a warning.

Dean raises his eyebrows at your disgruntled tone but otherwise stays unfazed. He sighs again, “Okay, that’s it.” He declares with a rumbling voice.

He slides his left arm under your waist and grabs one of your hands to pry it away from the strangled blanket in your tight grip. You squirm and protest and snap at him with threatening words. He rolls his eyes in silence and proceeds to wrap one of your free arms around his neck while he carefully pulls you closer. “Hold on,” he mutters against your struggling form, the words almost drowned out by a hail of curses.

He grunts when your knee connects with his stomach. His grip around your waist briefly tightens to keep you from wiggling out of his arms, “Jesus, will ya stop fightin’ me like a demon?”

Before you know it, he lifts you off the bed and you instinctively hold onto his neck for dear life. “You done cursin' me out?”

You mutter a tiny ‘yes’.

“Good.”

He moves his other arm under your bum to push you further up into his chest while he holds you close with a strong hand on your lower back. You cling to him with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck and your legs locked behind his back.

“Damn little koala.” He mutters gruffly, but his tone has no bite. With a little shove, he tugs your head under his chin where you immediately bury your face to escape the bright light. You feel the rumble of his chest when he chuckles lightly, amused by the way you curl up on his arm like some oversized puppy. Without you noticing, he carefully pulls his phone out to snap a picture of you. One purposely stupid and unflattering one to tease you with later, and one cute one, just for himself.

Meanwhile you are caught in your own peaceful world. Your nose nuzzles against his skin, sniffing the scent of his natural musk. A low hum stirs inside you as you’re taking in the familiar scent like it’s the best fragrance in the whole world. The smell of your own safe haven. Only meant for you.

He starts to make his way to the kitchen, all the while carrying your clinging form like a big koala. He bounces you up and down slightly, to keep you from dozing off again. But you do nonetheless, leaving a little drool on his shirt.

Dean glances down at you, his eyes going soft at your half-asleep face, not minding the stain at all. To him you always look so peaceful like this. So beautiful. And to be honest, even though you’d always act like a grumpy honey-badger in the morning, he secretly loves it when you are clingy like this. It’s one of the rare moments where he for once gets to pamper you. To hold you close and save from everything evil. Even if he’d never admit any of this out loud.

Just then you snuggle into him and his heart skips a beat. To him it feels like he's holding his entire world in his arms. And he doesn't ever want to let you go again. He subtly tightens his wrapped arms around you, making sure your legs don't slip off his hips.

While he gets you two into the kitchen, he shakes you awake again, earning himself a disgruntled groan of yours.

He huffs and rolls his eyes with a teasing smile. “If you weren’t this cute I’d spank your ass for that tantrum.” He pauses and his eyebrows pull together in mock-annoyed amusement, “No wait, you might actually like that.”

You grumble something along the line of ‘screw you’ into the crook of his neck which makes him crack a cheeky smile.

“You want coffee?” He tilts his head down next to you, trying to coax you out of the crook of his neck. You briefly shake your head with a mumbled ‘no’. Dean’s smirk widens and he places a gentle kiss on your head. “Choccy milk it is then.”

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Masterlist of opened windows:

1st Dec. - Sunshine 2nd Dec. - Spell Book 3rd Dec. - Lights Out 4th Dec. - Tickle 5th Dec. - Dirty UNO 6th Dec. - (TBA) 7th Dec. - Candlelight 8th Dec. - Hex Play 9th Dec. - Whip Stroke 10th Dec. - Barbie World 11th Dec. - Temptation

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@ariasong11 @deansjacket @literallylexa @lmpala1967 @foxyjwls007 @impala67rollingthroughtown

[untaemedqueen]

Finding My Pack

Alpha!OT7 x Omega!Reader

Genre: Fated Mates, Omegaverse, Smut, Angst, Fluff

Series Warnings: Omega Abuse (Not By OT7), Fated Mates/Soulmates, Scent Sympathy, Sunshine!FMC, Knotting, Smut, MMMMMMMF, MMMF, MMF, MF, Breeding Kink, Cursing, Dom!OT7, Sub!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Omega Abuse

A/N: This will be the only chapter posted to Tumblr. All future chapters can be found on Patreon~! See you there!

Chapter 1.

"You do not lock the goddamn doors in this fucking house."

The sentence was thick with a growl, one that if I was born correctly wouldn't have mattered in the slightest. Just hearing the sharp hit of his words, my insides clenched and coiled, dying to listen and make sure that he wouldn't be mad at me again.

"Sorry," I whispered softly, looking down at my bare toes that curled awkwardly under my gaze.

"You need to put on your scent blocker and try a little bit harder to fit in here. You're making all your brothers crazy with that fucking smell."

Swallowing thickly, I grabbed the bottle from him with a nod.

If my scent made my brothers crazy, they made me out of my fucking mind with sickness. Every one of them smells like acidic garbage with a hint of overpowering sweetness, y'know, like the way too fake soaps or body lotions you find in those hoity toity stores.

"You're a fucking Pangborn. Please act like it," my father grumbled, wrinkling his nose at the smell of my nervousness. "Jesus Christ. I can't believe your mother made you."

His words were a low blow but nothing I wasn't used to hearing now. Nothing any of the pack said got to me as bad as it used it.

Liar.

Okay, a lot of it hurt but I tried not to think of it all the time. It was my fault, really. I wasn't born right.

To be a Pangborn in Cypress City, you have to be an alpha. The Pangborns breed for one purpose and one purpose only, to give the city more alphas then they know what to do with.

Every Pangborn is expected to be a boy, to be an alpha and to take on the numerous betas that are practically beating down the door for them to be let in. So when I was born, disappointment was ripe in the air. It still is.

A small female omega with no qualities and no purpose.

I'm nothing.

Oh that's fun, what a great thought to have. Even if it hurts, it's true.

Since I was born I've been kept hidden like a secret. There's no fairytale here, there's no pack of alpha princes waiting at the bottom of my incredibly sterile, sad tower. There's no one that cares. Well, maybe Brady and MacKenzie but they pretend I don't exist half the time.

Looking down at the bottle of scent blocker, a sob threatened to well up in my throat.

"Weak omega bullshit." That's what my father would say.

It's so fucking annoying to be different. It's so painful. But the hope that one day I'd be accepted never ceased to creep into my thoughts.

So I sprayed the spray on even though it makes me feel sick.

I could smell him before my door opened. His alpha pheromones were bleeding throughout the long hallway that lead to my room.

He smelled of garbage, lemon juice and the slightest hint of boysenberry. Although the boysenberry is not his own smell. It's a betas.

"Oy!" MacKenzie booms, shoving open the door.

His bright red hair and forest green eyes searched the mostly barren room until he found me in the corner.

"He cornered you again?" he asked softly, stepping into the room like he's witnessing a hurt animal.

"It's okay!" I tried to beam a smile for him but it fell flat into some kind of grimace.

MacKenzie wasn't really my brother, he hailed from the Alban Pangborns so he's more like my very distant cousin but he's pack and that makes him my authority regardless. If he barked at me, I'd end up doing his bidding. Just like all my other brothers do. I'm grateful he doesn't do it but he still could nonetheless.

"You sprayed on the right amount," Kenz praised, giving me a small smile.

The praise made me want to preen, made me want to jump and shout for joy that I did something right but I kept it locked tight within me.

"You'll be pleased to know that your father and some of the others are going on a business trip soon. It'll just be some of us left in the house. You won't have to smell all this alpha shite around, you ken?"

His thick accent made me smile then. When he first came over from Alba I had not a fucking clue what he was talking about but now it almost feels like a secret language we speak.

"I ken," I nodded, setting the spray down on my dresser.

"Just wait a while to come down to get your dinner. The boys and I have been having a beta fucking feast," he wiggled his eyebrows and left the doorway without so much as a goodbye.

I wish I was a beta.

No, actually, I wished I was an alpha. I wished I was born an alpha so that I didn't have to be a disappointment and left out of everything.

Sitting down on my bed, I fluffed the uncomfortable comforter around me to no avail and since I know I'm alone I let out the most pitiful of whines. Whining wasn't allowed. My father told me that alphas hate whining more than anything.

Once I whined during dinner with the Landons and their alpha son looked like he wanted to tackle me from across the table. It was the one and only time I was able to go to dinner with my family. They never let me go again.

I apparently ruined their business merger dinner.

My family made a fuck ton of money. Too much money to count on your fingers, not that I'd ever see a cent. I wasn't worth a dollar to them. They own a vast majority of land across the globe, mostly farms or patches of free wilderness that people are begging to buy from them.

If only those vast patches of land would be able to buy me a soft comfortable comforter. This one is rough and itchy and I don't like it. I don't know much about being an omega but I do know that I don't like the blankets I own.

You see, omegas are rare. Like one in one hundred is an omega rare. Somewhere in history omegas just became a rarity and as such they're terribly hated.

Whenever I tried to ask the pack any questions they all shut me down with a growl and told me to go back to my room.

"Y/N!"

My father's bark was sharp and I tightened my terribly uncomfortable blanket over my shoulders at the noise.

If they are having a beta party downstairs I most certainly wouldn't be welcome to interrupt it. All the beta females that came into the house hated me. I tried to be friendly and smile, tried to make friends with other girls but they didn't want anything to do with me.

Probably feeding into the whole hate omega-kind thing, huh?

When my father shouted my name again, I had no choice but to get up. It was an alpha command now, filled with bite and fury.

If I saw one bare tit I was going to lose my goddamn mind. I'd been having these awful urges these past couple of months. It felt like something was boiling in my gut and itching beneath my skin, just begging to get out of me. What it was, I wasn't sure but it feels fucking awful and devastating just the same.

When I was starting to run a fever, my father would give me a few pills and lock me up in my room until the fever had passed and I was able to carry on with my chores.

My feet took me without thinking. The large home I lived in with the twelve others in the pack passed by in a blur. I tried not to look up from the wooden floorboards, I really didn't want to see anyone mating out in the open like I know my brothers loved to do.

I could hear the audible moans of the betas, probably in various states of undress all around me as I made my way to my father's office.

This had always been my home but I'd always felt like a stranger here. It's not just because my family wasn't welcoming, it just felt wrong. Nothing in this place is where it should be. The pictures on the cabin-like wooden walls weren't at all in the right order, the couches in the sitting room weren't staged properly, even the wood that goes into the fireplace smells horrendous.

Everything about this place made me feel sick.

That includes my father's office.

Once I stepped inside I was immediately smacked with pheromones, ones that made my stomach roll with nausea. I wonder if that's how everyone felt. I wonder if betas got nauseous with their families too.

My eyes scanned the room which was terribly out of order and then they caught on the one picture that sat on my father's desk.

It was her.

My mother. Whom of which I've never met. She was a beta that my father never bonded with but got pregnant anyway. He loved her…I think. But when she had me and I was an omega she was disappointed and left me here. She left me here alone. With these people.

Family.

She left me here with my family.

I hadn't realized I whined until my father cracked his hand down on his desk with a fierceness. "What did I say about that shit?!"

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."

"Not that she ever does, eh?" my brother Riley laughed, elbowing me in the ribs as he passed.

Riley was an interesting case of smells. There's the cedar which makes sense because he spends a lot of time outdoors, there's the sharpness of spearmint like a powerful gum that makes your nostrils burn and…boysenberry?

He and MacKenzie have been sharing again. Definitely not uncommon for those two.

"Close the doors. She's gonna scare all the betas away. I'm not waiting another round for Hunter to have an alpha son of his own."

"Keep the lineage alive." That's the pack motto. What a terrible fucking bumper sticker that would be.

I stood there, looking down at my toes as my father and Riley talked and laughed with one another. Probably forgetting I was even in the room. Which happens sometimes.

"Alright, little O?" Kenz cheered, entering the office.

"Don't call her that," my father snapped, finally remembering I was around.

MacKenzie held his hands up in a gesture to soothe any frayed nerves and he sat down with a groan on the couch closest to father's desk.

"Y/N," my father began, not even offering the kindness to look at me. "Your brothers and I are going on a business trip outside of the city. Some of your brothers, like MacKenzie, are staying back because they have a dinner meeting at the house while I'm away."

My head lifts in surprise. Will I be allowed to go?! Can I eat dinner with my brothers?!

"There's many alphas in the pack, we can kill two birds with one stone. This business meeting is incredibly important for us."

My smile was megawatt and I nodded instantly. "Sure, of course! I can–"

"You can," my father interrupted with a sneer. "Make sure you stay in your room, take your pills and keep your scent blocker applied when the Euphoria Pack comes to the meeting. This contract will be our biggest one so far and I will not have your omega bullshit fuck it up for the rest of us. Do you understand?"

The disappointment and sorrow that swirled through me almost knocked me off my feet. "Oh, I see… I understand."

"See that you do. I won't stand for losing this deal because you couldn't handle yourself."

God, I wanted to curl up and die. I'm so pitiful. What a fucking waste. I wish I was never born an omega.

Trying to bury whines and suffering hurt sometimes and in this instance it felt like a red hot poker was shoved down my throat.

"She stinks like sadness," Riley chuckled, shaking out his long brown hair and looking me over with disdain dripping from every pore.

"Lighten up, brother. She's only human," Kenz laughed, stepping in front of me and waving his hand behind his back.

Get out.

That's what he was telling me.

"Dinner will be brought up to you. If you're feeling hot then take your pills. We're leaving in the morning and we won't be back for a few weeks."

Oh, thank God, I could do without seeing my father and half of my brothers for weeks on end. Maybe finally I would be able to walk around without getting yelled at.

Three days of the freedom I thought I would be acquiring went by too fast. I'd been left with my brothers that were the easiest to deal with. Brady, Ronan, MacKenzie, Dash and Hunter were, of course, the easiest to deal with because they never nagged me and they were always too busy fucking betas to really give a shit what I was doing.

The house stunk of sex and carefree fun but more importantly it smelled of my freedom. I was able to go out in the garden to read, to sunbathe, to smell something that wasn't garbage. It was heavenly.

I'd seen flowers I've never seen before, ones that weren't there the last time I was in the gardens. Apparently Leticia, one of the pack chasers, suggested sprucing things up. When I suggested it to my father I got sent up to my room with no dinner and pills because I was acting 'out of order.' I'm a person not a goddamn machine. How could I possibly be out of order?

But now with the three days of freedom gone, I'm once again left up in my room without a single thing to do. Defiance curled in my bones and I narrowed my eyes at the white little pills on my bedside table.

My father wasn't here, he wouldn't know if I took them or not. I'd rather get a fever then take them and feel even sicker than before. Those pills made me nauseous and I felt like reality was so far out of touch that I'd never get back to it. I did end up spraying the scent blocker, though. Just one little spritz, just enough to save the visiting alphas downstairs from my monstrous odor.

They shouldn't be subjected to a disgusting omega. An embarrassment to the family.

The sprawling cabin estate was large before our eyes but it pales in comparison to the mansion we just created on the outskirts of the state.

"I don't like the smell," Jin murmured to us.

The smell was honestly horrific. These alphas seemed to stew in the scents of sex and their own pheromones. You could smell the female betas like they were throwing out a wide casting net to repulse everyone around them.

"Why the fuck did we agree to this?" Taehyung grumbled, folding his arms.

"Because although they're disgusting, they're rich as fuck and they have the land we need to start up the center," Namjoon replied evenly, fixing his tie.

I couldn't seem to take my eyes off the enlarged wooden cabin in front of us. That's exactly what it was: a large, gigantic wooden house. It would be almost comical if it wasn't very real.

"I don't even wanna touch the door," Hoseok hissed, taking to kicking the front door insead.

Even in this day and age everyone lives with the one soul purpose of finding their person, their omega but this pack didn't seem to care about finding one. Not with the way their lodgings smelled.

Now, of course, finding an omega that's right for your pack is like finding a unicorn or finding gold at the end of a rainbow but packs do it. Not all the time but enough to keep packs hopeful, at least.

Once the door swung open, a red headed alpha before us smiled widely. "Gents, welcome! The Pangborn Pack is happy to have you!"

Namjoon gave him his typical killer smile and the alpha seemed to relax at it. Our pack leader was all killer charm and easy going… until you fuck with his pack.

The seven of us have only had each other for quite a few years now and our family depends on one another more than most.

"Thank you for having us," Jimin smiled, stepping into the home first.

His eyes bounced around the interior before nodding. Once I stepped into the entryway behind him, the need to look at the inside faded. In the air, apart from the alpha scents were the scents of dinner and something so deliciously sweet that it made my mouth water.

Fuck! What is that smell?!

"Made us dessert?" Namjoon inquired with a laugh.

So he can smell that too.

The scent was warm and sugary like a fresh out of the oven sugar cookie with vanilla ice cream slowly melting on top.

Why the fuck was I about to nut over dessert?

Casting my eyes to Taehyung, I could see him tugging at the collar of his expensive dress shirt.

It was getting increasingly hot in here, that I could guarantee.

The scent was so thick and practically viscous I could feel it wrapping around my cock and tugging sensuously. My knot was two seconds from expanding and the desire to rut until I was sated was pressing indecently on my brain.

"No dessert here, lads. The betas can barely cook a steak without it burning! We ordered out for dinner tonight! Dinnae ken billionaires like you would be opposed to that, eh?"

"Dinnae ken means didn't think," another alpha offered, slipping in beside the redhead. His hair was long and brown, shaggy even with a boyish smile that could probably charm anyone he laid his eyes on.

"That sounds great," Jin replied, unbuttoning his suit jacket and cracking his neck.

Whatever that fucking scent is, it has us all by the balls.

Namjoon gripped his hand into a fist, eyes glazing over all of us. "To the dining room, then?"

"Getting right down to business! I love that! We have betas to look after anyway," Red chortled, wiggling his eyebrows at us.

When the group of us moved with the two other alphas, my heart started to hammer as the smell became stronger.

I tried to temper my growl that wormed its way up my throat but Joon caught it. "I don't know what it is but fuck, I want it so bad," he agreed.

"Alright there, lads?"

"Just have to use the restroom. Would you mind sending me in the right direction?" I inquired, needing to find the words through a thick haze of want.

"Bathroom on the first floor is occupied for the betas. Second floor up that staircase there," Red pointed to the staircase from where the scent is strongest. "Fifth door on the right."

With a nod, I set off trying not to falter and stumble from the exquisite smell.

"We'll be waiting in the dining room. The pack is excited to make this merger," the brown haired man smiled.

Once they were out of sight I took the stairs two at a time, eyes searching for any indication of where the scent came from.

I let my senses guide me. Following the smell took me past the bathroom and past any rooms that smelt of the alphas. Stopping at the end of the hallway, the door before me was completely different from the others. It was metal, almost sterile in a sense. But the scent was there, it was so heady and present that my cock stood to attention.

"Oh fuck," I grunted, shoving open the door and barreling up the stairs.

The hallway I rushed down was bare of anything home-y and it looks like some sort of clinical hospital ward.

The door at the other end suddenly opened in a flourish and the sweetest little thing I'd ever seen stepped out with curious, glazed eyes.

"Omega," I groaned long and low, stepping toward her.

She was the maddening scent. She was what my pack was going crazy over.

"Oh! I'm so… I've never–" the sweet thing whispered, looking me over with hunger.

The perfect woman. Right before my fucking eyes. Those lips, those sweet eyes, that adorable, if not a little scared smile, that fucking body. Built just for me and my other pack brothers.

Mine, mine, mine! Every cell in my body screamed it with frantic need.

"Why do you smell so good?" she whimpered, lifting a hand as if she wanted to touch me.

Please fucking touch me. Holy shit, I was going out of my fucking mind from this perfect little thing.

"What do I smell like, sweetness?" I inquired, stepping closer.

"Like warm hot chocolate and marshmallows. Not like garbage at all!" she gasped, looking up with wide, innocent eyes.

A laugh tumbled past my lips. What an innocent creature.

"Does everyone smell like garbage to you, sweetness?"

"I just want to…" she groaned, a whimper slipping past her lips.

A purr started in my chest, rattling my bones with how thick and heavy it was. Oh fuck, I'd never purred for anyone before.

"What do you want?" I asked softly, holding my hands up to show her I mean no harm.

She gripped my wrist with a dainty hand probably thinking it had a fierceness she didn't embody. She lifted my hand to her soft cheek and my purr started up once more.

"I'm so sorry," she apologized, not taking her eyes off mine. "I know omegas are disgusting. I shouldn't bother you."

The sweet purr she pulled from me turned to a growl in an instant. "You could never be disgusting. Omegas are precious. Didn't your alphas teach you that?"

She stared up at me, eyes starting to brim with tears.

Oh my God, she was everything I could have ever wanted. My pants were so fucking tight, my heart feels like it was gonna combust and I'm pretty damn sure I just met my fucking mate.

"They're not really my alphas," she whispered softly, keeping my wrist close to her nose.

I wanted to take this gorgeous woman and lock her away where no one but the pack can find her. Holy shit, my brain was turning to fucking mush.

"What are they then if not your alphas?" I asked, stepping closer.

When my chest brushed against hers, she perfumed the air for me and another purr ripped from my chest like it was an instrument being played purely for her.

"Brothers, father," she mumbled, lost in a haze of our own making.

"So you don't have a pack of your own, sweetness?" I whispered, coursing my thumb over her cheek.

"No one would want me. I'm useless," the omega replied so softly I might not have heard her if not for her keeping my attention ensnared.

"I highly doubt that, pretty girl. What's your name?"

"Y/N…"

Beautiful.

"I'm Jeongguk. It's nice to meet you, sweetness."

"I can't take it. I can't take it. I can't take it!" Jimin chanted, rushing into the hallway.

The omegas gasp was loud and frightened for only a moment until she laid eyes on the other alpha. I purred for her, watching her instantly relax at the noise.

"This is Jimin. He's a part of my pack. The Euphoria Pack."

"Oh no, I've…I've ruined dinner. My father will be so upset with me," she groaned, sounding not as upset as she probably would be if I wasn't purring up a fucking storm.

"Scent sympathetic. I thought it was like a fucking myth for people like us," Jimin laughed, stepping up beside me.

He didn't seem jealous or upset at all that my hands were on her. We've never tried for an omega, not really. Unfortunately, most omegas wanted us for our money and not for the connection. Not to mention most of the omegas we met smelled so cloyingly sweet that it gave us headaches for weeks. Most omegas wanted just some of us but not all of us and that doesn't bode well for a pack.

"You smell like calming tea and blueberries," Y/N breathed, blinking up at him.

"And you smell like a yummy dessert, sweetheart. How's such a pretty omega like you hidden up here away from everything?"

"Why are you being so nice to me? I'm just an omega," she whimpered, looking between us.

"'Just an omega'? Don't you know your worth, pretty girl?" I scoffed, tilting my head.

She opened her mouth to reply, only to shut it and furrow her eyebrows.

"I want to introduce her to the pack. I think this is it. I think we found our girl," Jimin beamed at me, allowing her to pull him closer.

She seemed to be a needy little thing. One we certainly wouldn't mind doting on. She also seemed completely out of touch with reality and it wasn't just because she was obsessed with our scents.

"Do you have a nest, sweetness? Would you care to show us?"

A nest is very sacred to omegas, it's one of the only places they can find comfort during heats and in times of stress. It was incredibly forward for me to ask but I wanted to know what she liked. I knew my hopes might be high but I wanted to set up the nest in the new mansion how she would like it. Because she was mine. She was ours. She belonged with us.

"I– What's a nest?" Y/N asked, eyebrows pinching innocently.

"Do not fucking tell me you're kept in the dark up here," Jimin growled deeply, his scent turning acidic.

Instead of turning tail and running, she started to… climb him?

She climbed him like a fucking tree. And the good looking bastard was all for it.

One arm snaked around her waist to keep her up and the other ran up and down her back in soothing motions.

She nuzzled his cheek and neck, whimpering and begging for his scent to be all over her.

"Good girl," Jimin cooed, purring for her. "Take what you want, sweetheart. We'll gladly give it."

There were rules to getting an omega, courting before mating and making sure your omega was happy and well looked after. In some cities omegas even went to Help Centers to find their perfect pack but Cypress City had no such thing. That was what we were trying to change. That was why we needed this deal with this pack.

"I don't know what's happening! I'm so sorry! I just feel so…"

"Overwhelmed?" Jimin offered, pulling back to look at her.

She nodded, whimpering and tucking her face into the crook of his neck.

"We need to talk to the pack," I told him, pressing my chest to her back and purring. I drifted the back of my hand over her bare arm and she seemed to thrive on not only praise but physical affection.

"I can't leave her," Jimin hissed over her shoulder, hugging her tighter at the thought of having to part.

"I don't want you to go! Please! I'm so tired of being alone! Please don't go!" she sobbed into his neck.

A growl ripped from my chest at her sadness and I was storming off before I even knew what was happening.

She's mine. She's mine. She's mine.

"Guk!" Jimin called but I was already barreling down the stairs with a fierceness building in my chest.

They kept that precious omega in a sterile fucking ward like she was some sort of disease. She didn't even know what a nest was! It was a disgrace! She'd been abused without even understanding anything!

She's mine!

If one more sob of hers entered my ears, I thought I might burn their oversized camp cabin down and dance on the embers.

Shoving open the dining room doors, I glowered at the pack that sat high and mighty at the end of the long dining room table. Once they saw me and smelled me, they all stood.

"Been wandering around our home, have you?" Red asked with the tilt of his head.

"Stupid girl can't do anything but get herself in trouble!" one of them sneered.

The insult made a growl rip from my throat and they all stared long and hard at me. I wouldn't stand for this. I couldn't stand for this.

"She doesn't even know what a fucking nest is. How dare you all treat an omega like this! This is abuse!" I boomed, widening my eyes at them.

My packs jaws fell open in shock and suddenly they were standing to surround me, to have my back.

"She's scent sympathetic with us," Jimin assured, entering the room with her still cradled to him.

I was happy she liked him. He's far more easy going and carefree then most of us and she'd enjoy his company.

My pack stepped toward her and she cried sweetly at all of their scents. They purred for her and my heart expanded. No one was left out and she locked eyes with all of them. She jumped ship from Jimin to Namjoon and he nuzzled her hair. He wrapped her legs around him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Would you like to leave this place, pet?" he inquired.

“She'll do no such thing!" Red boomed.

When she whimpered at the alpha bite, we growled in defiance.

"You think your bark is bad? Mine was given to me by the devil. If I have to force you to obey, I fucking will. It's the omegas choice. You can't keep her here like a fucking prisoner!" Joon boomed.

"She's not a part of the deal," one of the Pangborn's hissed through his teeth.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she gasped repeatedly, trying to set herself down.

"Do you want to get down, pet?" Namjoon asked, tilting her jaw to look up at him.

She reluctantly shook her head, burying her face back into his neck.

Oh fuck, she's so perfect and sweet.

"Then you stay exactly where you are," the pack leader whispered, giving her his wrist to be able to tilt his head and glower at the Pangborn pack.

"You expect me to pay? For a person?! Are you out of your small alpha minds?" Namjoon bit out, sneering at her brothers.

"MacKenzie… Dad is gonna flip," one of them breathed.

"I'm tired of always having to sneak Juliet around. Just be rid of her. Omegas are nothing but trouble."

Hoseok growled so loudly, something he never does, that it almost made my chest rattle.

"I know you don't know us very well," Seokjin breathed slowly as the other pack continued to argue. "But if you feel safe with us we'd like to take you somewhere you can be yourself and be happy. How does that sound, princess? You deserve much better than this shithole."

"I won't feel sick?" she inquired, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

Oh, she's killing me here.

"Do you feel sick in this house?" Yoongi growled, narrowing his eyes at the other pack.

Her nod was slow and sad.

"I'm getting her out of here. Now!" Namjoon boomed, pressing her face into the scent gland of his neck.

She seemed to love being held. We could do that for her. We could give her anything and everything she wants. We could be good for her.

"Give us a million!" Red or MacKenzie called back but Namjoon was already heading for the door.

"Get fucked!" our pack leader growled.

"Wh-Where are we going?" Y/N asked, taking a deep breath of fresh air.

"Home, sweetness," I promised. "We're going home."

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

John Wick falls in love.

And everyone thinks, “oh, this girl must be a total badass. A ruthless woman with a heart of iron and an ability to tame even the most beastly of mankind.”

Except then they meet her, the wispy ray of sunshine holding a bouquet of wildflowers freshly picked from her homegrown garden, smiling and leaning up to steal a kiss from her dark, brooding shadow, and… Did John Wick just blush? Did John Wick just smile and nuzzle into the warm neck of a giggling, delicate woman in a sundress?

Yes. Because after a lifetime of pain and agony, after he’s already accepted this fate of brutality and death and darkness, after the only touch he’s known is hard and unforgiving, Helen appears like a ray of light. And she is soft. So soft. All teasing touches and playful kisses and laughing while burying him in the sand.

Silly little games and tickle fights and ancient, perishing fairytale books wrapped in blue shiny ribbon waiting in his front seat after he tells her he’s always wanted to restore them. Holding him, always holding him—his rough, ugly scared hands that she insists are beautiful. His bruised cheeks. She wraps herself around him in a protective cocoon—his bright little guardian fending off the oppressive, terrifying, massive darkness—shushing him back to sleep, scaring the nightmares away with her sweet reassuring whispers.

Loving him, not in spite of, but for everything he is. Never being afraid of him. Giggling while he growls, batting her eyelashes and sticking out her tongue and only screaming with laughter when he gets her. Rolling her eyes when someone trembles in his presence, when she hears the rumors about his merciless and ruthless nature. Putting him in funny poses for photographs in the park, on their couch, in his car.

Praising him, always praising him. Hailing his good deeds and achievements so intensely that all he can do is stammer and stiffen and look away when it gets overwhelming, when he doesn’t know what to do with all of that abundant love she’s giving him so freely. All of that abundant love he didn’t even know existed.

Helen is so different from everything, so kind and forgiving and loving. He doesn’t deserve her, doesn’t mean to fall in love with her so quickly, doesn’t want to dim her heavenly light with his looming past, and certainly doesn’t expect the opposite…

Because now, he smiles more than frowns, laughs more than wails, kisses more than bites, caresses more than punches.

Because now, John Wick falls in love with the warm, ever-burning hearth that is his Helen, and she sets his world on bright, brilliant, beautiful fire.

[ask-pjo-hoo-toa]

ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ ~ ᴘ. ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ

req. hiii can i please request a percy jackson x fem!reader? daughter of aphrodite, loving sunshine kind of girl, plot based off ‘wonderland’ by taylor swift?

summary. you and percy got lost in wonderland and life was never better.

warnings. use of (y/n), cussing, kinda short??

eeli0r's notes. this one was, i'll admit, a little tricky lol, but super fun! (y/n) and percy are both 17-ish. thanks @riordanness for the ask! also some parts are inspired by 6 times we almost kissed (and one time we did) by tess sharpe

june twenty-third

you and percy were best friends. you did (almost) everything together and you'd defend each other no matter the cost.

you were sitting around the campfire, having a grand ol' time. you were laughing and singing and you and percy could barely breathe because you were laughing so hard.

you know how aphrodite is with seeing people who don't know they're in love. and you know how she is when it's her daughter.

so she looked at you for a long moment before smiling down from olympus, waving a hand, and sitting back to watch the scene.

suddenly percy stopped laughing. he stared at you for a long moment, simply gawking in awe of your practically sparkling appearance, and gradually the sounds around you came to an eerie silence.

gasps from the audience. you blinked before looking up, and fluttering above your head was the hologram of a white dove.

"aphrodite," breathed percy.

chiron cleared his throat. "all hail (y/n), the daughter of the goddess of love and beauty!"

"holy shit, (n/n)," percy said, and chiron sent him a warning glance but no way in hell was his attention diverted like that. "you're...wow. wow. you're...stunning."

and he was right. you were stunning. suddenly the most beautiful person at the campfire, though percy would argue you were that already.

july seventh

percy didn't know how to tell you. you were the daughter of aphrodite, for fuck's sake, and he wasn't sure you could ever retaliate feelings for him.

there was something about you. you were so incredibly caring, so bright and smiley whenever he was around, it was hard not to catch feelings.

he asked his friends for advice, and the main thing they could give him was "don't rush into things."

as percy walked up to you, alone in the archery range, his eyes flashed with something you couldn't quite place.

he took a deep breath. "hey," he said, putting on a casual tone and a smile.

you smiled back. and fuck, you had a smile that could light up tartarus. "hi!" you greeted him.

little did he know you'd liked him since you'd met him. and when he didn't notice, you looked at him like he was the one that put the stars in the sky.

percy's stomach flipped as it sunk in what he was about to say. "soo," he started, trying to play it cool though he knew he was probably red in the face. "i just wanted to say....um....i think you're really beautiful," he blurted out. "i mean, um, i mean --- "

you cut him off. "do you mean 'you're my friend and i think you're really beautiful' or 'you're beautiful and i kinda wanna date you?'"

percy blinked. "...the latter?" he said.

your brain took a moment to process this. percy jackson. liked. you back.

you didn't see yourself as beautiful. so how could he?... he was the popular, hot son of poseidon.

and you were...what?

as if reading your mind, percy said, "you're gorgeous. loving. happy. what is there not to like?"

you opened your mouth to speak, but he spoke first. "can i be your boyfriend?" he asked.

you fidgeted. "what if i do something wrong?"

percy grinned, something like that of the cheshire cat. (we love a poet without knowing it) "then we'll talk about it, (y/n)." he threw one arm to the left side, the grin slowly fading. "wait for a second while i make a point. that is the tension that's always been there." he threw his other arm to the right side. "that is what we could be. see? that's, like, big progress.

his arms are wide; beckoning.

you took a quick glance to the left, right, behind, and close the gap. "big progress?" you say teasingly. "big grammar."

percy pokes you in the forehead. "you're not a daughter of athena. shhh."

after a long moment of gazing, percy is the one that breaks first.

his lips press against yours and you know it's always been this, this kairos, the fleeting rightness of the moment that it would happen.

the atmosphere around you seemed to change as you kissed. first a dark scene, then a cabin-like room, then a vine-covered undergrowth with a small door that might've been big enough for a rabbit.

in that moment, you decided you wanted to be like silena.

minus the dying part. that would not be fun.

the last thing --- hell, it didn't even make the list --- you wanted to do was break percy's heart. that would be just horrible; you loved him.

september eleventh

you and percy had been dating for two, three-ish months now, and it had been basically wonderland.

if there were a hundred people who loved percy jackson, you were one of those people, and vice versa.

if there was one person who loved you, it was percy jackson, and vice versa.

if no one loved either of you, both of you never existed and never would exist.

you went to the same school and made sure of that. and as your pinky hooked around percy's, followed by your whole hand, your boyfriend marvelled at the touch.

you can do this now, he reminded himself. you can reach out and touch her and she'll kiss you and you won't have to run away from her or yourself or any feelings.

life was never better in wonderland, and it could never be better when you had each other by your side.

[enhadiares]

“GAME OVER”

Chapter 1 | Let the game begin

👾A/N: I AM FINALLY STARTING A SERIES! It's very exciting but since it's my first time after my hiatus so I hope you guys like it!

👾Pairing: enha x fem!reader

👾Warning: This is all fictional!

👾Synopsis: Bound within the confines of a virtual realm, a group of friends must decipher its mysteries to secure their freedom. Amidst the labyrinth of challenges, they encounter a formidable adversary - a lurking shadow who controls their fate. As alliances fracture and betrayals unfold, they must confront not only the puzzles of the game but also the sinister presence that seeks to keep them imprisoned. Only by overcoming both external threats and internal conflicts can they hope to break free from the shadows within the game

A new dawn breaks in one of the bustling state of the United States, with the sun casting its usual bright rays, offering a glimmer of hope to some for a better day ahead.

Amidst it, boredom creeps in, despite the anticipation of summer vacations being fun and exhilarating, right?

Well, not for you.

The shrill ring of your black device snaps you out of your reverie, prompting you to answer.

"Look who's on the line! It's the white sheep!" you exclaim upon picking up the call.

"Why the crankiness, woman? I called because we're considering checking out the new arcade that recently opened" Jungwon, the young man, explains.

"A new arcade? Count me in!" you reply eagerly, rising from your seat with excitement finally brewing. You've always adored arcades and never shy away from expressing it.

"Alright, my lady, come over to my place at 5, and we'll head out together" he chuckles at your enthusiasm.

"Sure thing, Mr. Sheep Garden" you retort playfully before hanging up. You flop onto your bed, letting out a scream into your pillow while kicking your feet in the air.

Now, that's what a vacation should feel like.

••••••

The following day dawns, and you wake up a bit later than usual due to the excitement from the previous night hindering your sleep.

After completing your morning routine in the bathroom, you emerge in a robe, pondering over what to wear.

After much deliberation, you settle on a stunning Y2K fashion ensemble.

Once dressed, you gaze at your reflection in the mirror, feeling thoroughly satisfied with the result.

Hailing an Uber, you head to Jungwon's house as planned, the journey taking approximately 15 minutes.

Upon arriving at the house, you press the doorbell, and a familiar face greets you with a beaming smile.

"She's here, guys!!" he announces excitedly, his happiness infectious.

"Didn't expect such a warm welcome! You're like a ray of sunshine, so bright" you remark, sharing in his enthusiasm.

This is Sunoo, the embodiment of cheerfulness within the group. His actions are naturally endearing, and his voice resonates like that of an angel.

"Hey, what's the hold-up? Let her in first" another voice interjects, followed by a playful tap on Sunoo's head.

It's Jay, the nurturing figure of the group, known for his caring nature and impeccable sense of style. Though he plays the role of the group's guardian, his fashion choices exude sophistication and elegance, earning him admiration from all.

With a smile, you step into the house, unaware of the lurking presence in the shadows nearby.

Inside, the rest of the group awaits, each offering their own unique greeting as you enter.

Jake bounds toward you like an excited puppy, his invisible tail wagging with joy as he envelops you in a tight hug.

"Calm down, Layla's dad" you giggle, reciprocating his affection.

Sunghoon follows with a firm handshake, his demeanor as cool as ice, a nod to his past figure skating exploits , but he doesn't lack warmth nor humour.

"Oh yes, Mr. Icy" you wink, returning his handshake with equal firmness.

"Look here comes the sheep" you proclaim with a hint of sass as Jungwon greets you with a lively laugh, his playful demeanor belying his natural leadership qualities.

"Call me something cool, woman, 'sheep' sounds so childish" he teases, adding to the playful banter.

Next is Niki, the youngest of the group, greeting you with a wide smile and a brotherly hug. "Yessir," you both exclaim simultaneously, sharing a bond forged in mischief and camaraderie.

Finally, Heeseung, the group's ace, joins in, his mastery evident in everything he does.

"What are you waiting for, Bambi boy?" you jest, opening your arms for a hug, which he accepts with a smile.

As the group settles in, a figure emerges from the bushes outside, a smirk playing across their lips.

"All the players are assembled," they declare with a hint of mischief.

And with that, the stage is set.

Let the game begin.

[aetheriograph]

DEMO: TBA

"A wise man travels to discover himself." - James Russell Lowell

Politics.

pol*i*tics: the activities associated with governance of a country or other area, especially the debate or conflict among individuals or parties having or hoping to achieve power.

Politics is a dangerous game, right? Has it always appeared as such? Is such a saying even the truth? Has it always been a cruel world or are those just the words of a being who believes the world owes them everything.

Intrigue.

in*trigue: the secret planning of something illicit or detrimental.

There's something lurking in the shadows, something that seeks to call your name. Will you heed the voice that calls to you? Will you run from it or will you face it and unmask it? What will you do in the moment when it all counts?

Murder.

mur*der: the unlawful premeditated killing of one human being by another.

You were there. You saw it. You saw it all. You saw the gunshot. You heard it ring in your ears. You knew. You knew that you would be next. You knew you had to do something. So you ran. Look back or don't, the choice is wholly yours to make.

Washington D.C. is a utopia of the rich and wealthy. It's the heart of the cog that helps keep the beautiful nation of the United States running. For as long as you can remember, you've always witnessed the greatness and ugliness of the world of politics.

After all, you're a member of The First Family. As such, many people see that your life is centred and created with gold as if Midas was your personal assistant. It's actually more like silver, but what do they know?

One unfortunate and unforeseen night causes the silver spoon in your mouth to begin to tarnish. Now you must run to uncover the truth before it's too late.

Brace yourself as politics, murder, and conspiracy set their eyes on you. The nation also has their eyes on you and your whereabouts or at least they're trying desperately to find you.

Meet interesting characters along your journey of survival, even find love in the face of impending death. Will you become the hunter or stay and live life as the hunted? Don't forget to lace up your shoes and don't trip over the space that's in between it all. Where will you go next?

'A Map Between' is an action-packed thriller with the occasional bit of humour. The current rating is 17+.

🗺️ A customisable MC including: gender or the lack thereof, physical appearance, sexuality and more.

🗺️ Romance 1 of 6 love interests (3 females, 2 males and 1 selectable non-binary). Wanna keep it platonic? No worries. Aromantic and asexual options gameplay and options will be available as well.

🗺️ Deepen your friendship, romance, ruin, or reject relationships with any of the six available for romance.

🗺️ Win (and keep 😍) the nation's heart or be despised by the very place you call home.

🗺️ Travel to one of six locations (or more) in the run to secure your future.

🗺️ Discover secrets that were never really yours to begin with that now rest in the palm of your hand.

Caddel Aliz [F]: A metaphorical ball of sunshine whose actions shine just as bright as her personality. Hailing from the UK, she's made a home and name for herself in the US, but that's only among your friend group. As one of the smartest people in school, she'll surely keep you on your feet as things crumble around you.

She's always looked up to you and admired you. She always wondered if there could be more between you.

Motto: "When you can't be the sunshine, be the sunshine." - Unknown

Portrayed by Francesca Capaldi

Xachariah Collymore [M] : An All-American All-Star! When it comes to making the goals, be it in life or be it on the field, you could always count on the main man, Xachariah. As one of the most popular guys in school, a lot of people crave his attention. Be that as it may, the most special thing in his eyes are you and your rowdy group of friends that always puts a smile on his face.

He's always been an anchor for you. Maybe, just maybe... you're ready to be the same for him or maybe you're ready to pull the anchor up and set sail to see where the wind takes you.

Motto: "Do what you don't want to do, so you can do what you love." - Unknown

Portrayed by Keith Powers

Carter Yearwood [M] : Carter is the heart and soul of your group. Whenever plans need to be made or video games need to be played, Carter is always the one to call. As one of your best friends, he knows practically how to make the good things you experience better and the bad things marginally less horrible. Let's not forget his infectious laugh and smile. That's always a plus on any given day.

He's always noticed your beauty/handsomeness, but have you noticed his little glances he sends your way at times and there smile that follows that only exists for you?

Motto: "If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain." - Emily Dickinson

Portrayed by George Pomogisebe

Winter Yearwood [F] : As the newest addition of your group, she has yet to find her way. This is made more complicated by the fact that she is mute and only uses various forms of sign language to communicate. Despite her lack of words, her actions and kindness shine through. Will you welcome her with open arms or scorn her enough to where she'll want to keep you at arm's length?

"Who is this person that's caught my attention? Why can't I help but look their way? I wonder if they'll look at me too?"

Motto: "Measure twice and cut once." -Unknown

Portrayed by Dilraba Dilrumat

Molly Albrecht [F] : If Regina George could somehow escape the confines of the movie screen and search for her doppelganger in the real world, she'd have to look no further than Molly Albrecht. She is the queen bee of your school and she rules it with an iron heart and cold lungs. When the world begins to crash and burn, will you help her or make sure she's shoved into the fire of chaos?

"All I've ever known is the beauty of myself and servitude from others. I want to know something different. I want to try something different. I want to..."

Motto: "Boo, you whore." - Regina George

Portrayed by Kathryn Newton

Haven O'Kelly [NB, Sex Selectable, M or F] : The wisecrack of the group and the most nonchalant one to boot. Their quietness is usually seen as charming, but when they talk... they talk a lot. It's a miracle they never ruin out of breath. Born in Australia, they made their way through life to end up by your side. Will you let them stay?

They've always been fiercely loyal to you and by extension your friends, even begrudgingly coming to see the others as the same. In their subconscious, there's always been the notion that there's more for you both if that's something you'd be willing to try. Have they noticed it yet? Only one way to find out.

Motto: "Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears." - John Lennon

Portrayed by Ben Hardy [M] and Sydney Sweeney [F]

Note: No matter the sex that is chosen for Haven, their pronouns will stay as they/them. I appreciate your adherence and acknowledgement! 💖

Please note that this is a work in progress and it's still in the very early stages of writing and planning. Things will be likely to change, but I don't see that happening anytime soon. The current plan is to write the IF in an episodic format and to release it for free on itch.io. Links (RO playlists, moodboards, etc...) will be provided when ready. Any and all reblogs/likes are appreciated. Thank you for even reading this post! Much love 💕.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

hi again I hope you can do a yandere mer parents wolverine and storm [ animated series ] x baby reader and pirates of the Caribbean on stranger tides. and how would they react when their baby is kidnapped by pirates and what they will do to get their baby back.

Okay, I'm not familiar with that exact movie, but I can do pirates stealing their baby. Is that okay? Let's dive in-

• The day had been beautiful at first. Calm waters, plentiful fish, warm sunshine... Reader was playing up near the surface, trying to catch one of the birds, while Storm and Wolvwrine watched from below, resting. Everything was peaceful, quiet...

• And then there was a loud splash, followed by a shrill cry. Reader, who'd finally caught a bird, was wrapped up in a net, the tough strings digging into their skin and their eyes wide and terrified. Storm swam as fast as she could, calling for the wind to smash the ship to pieces, while Wolverine tried to break Reader free... Yet it was all for naught, as the net pulled up, dragging Reader with it and away from them. No matter how much their dad cut at the ropes, no matter how their mother summoned the winds and rains, it didn't stop the ship full of odd people from dragging Reader up and up, to the surface world, and to the humans...

• The moment Reader couldn't be seen anymore, the sky grew dark, almost black. Thunder crackled all around, loud and booming. The waves rocked unsteadily, the waters growing dark and treacherous. And then the skies poured down rain and hail, a roaring froth of water and ice pelting the seas with all their fury... The pirates could hear the angry wails from the waters, and realized that they caught a baby mer...

• The captain ordered them to leave, and thus they sailed away, going for days and nights over the wicked waters and devious deep. The rain never stopped, nor the howling winds. It only grew worse and worse. The crew claimed to see large beasts following them through the waves, their tails bright and long, their claws shining and deadly, their eyes bright and wrathful... Yet they still didn't release the little mer in their midst.

• It was such a tiny being, for so much trouble. It's scales weren't near as hard as an adult's, nor were their teeth the cruel fangs of their parents. Their eyes watered and their voice wept, and no matter the threats or promises they said did the little baby stop crying. They even refused food, not taking a bite from anything offered. It didn't even matter when the captain tried to gift them pearls or gold, if only to appease the mers and not have their ship sunk...

• Then one dark, freezing night... water started pouring into the ship. Deep gouges lined the wood, large holes and broken planks giving way to deep and briny waters. And the crew called a mutiny. It went horribly, the men and women fighting amongst each other, for power of the ship and to escape it, and many fell over, the water turning red within minutes... A few decides to drag the little mer up, ready to toss them overboard or to simply have them dead and be done with this nightmare... Except in the hull, staring back at them, was a beast... One of their parents...

• It was huge, with a tail that slammed heavily into the wood, cracking it further. It's claws gleamed, bright and long and sharp, as it clawed its way in. Its eyes burned, seething with cold anger and burning rage. And hidden under its fins, letting out muffled sobs, was the little baby... ITS baby...

• They ran screaming, only to find the deck in chaos. Lightning had struck the mast, setting fire to the surrounding tarps and canvas sails, and the ship, besides sinking, was now in flames. They could hear the chanting voice of the other adult mer, and could see the way the water and wind and weather did as it commanded. Hail struck down those who ran, while the rain made them slip into the waters. Its fangs grinned up at them, full of malice and hate...

• As the screams echoed into the night, Reader was curled under their dad's fins, hiding away as he and their mom finished up with the humans. Any who came close to their dad were cut to pieces, or shoved into the murky water, while they could hear their mom outside, drowning them with rain and burying them in ice and fire... Reader kept their head buried in their dad's side, not looking at the world around them...

• Then they felt Dad moving, and they were being held tightly. Dad whispered something, saying they were leaving- and then they went out of the sinking ship, where Mom waited for them... Reader felt their mother kissing their head, then checking over their tail, while Dad kept patting their back and whispering quiet nothings to them... They couldn't hear the thunder anymore or the humans, and they could only chirp as they nuzzle both of their parents.

• "Okay, little one, let's go back home... Mommy and Daddy need to get you some medicine and so food, okay? Just go to sleep, baby... We've got you..."

• And Reader let themself fall asleep, clutched close to their parents as they swam back home, ready to take care of them and keep them safe from anything...

[miguelswifey04]

we got barbie movie w miguel now we need noir to watch it he’ll be pointing at all the vibrant colors like 😱😱😱😱

WHOEVER COOKING UP THIS IDEAS, I LOVE YOU 🫂🌱🌈

with a sense of delightful irony, you and Spider-Noir found yourselves in a movie theater, about to embark on a rather unexpected cinematic experience - the Barbie movie. the contrast between the vibrant, fantastical world of Barbie and the monochrome universe he hailed from was as stark as night and day.

as the lights dimmed and the screen flickered to life, you couldn't help but steal glances at Spider-Noir, curious to see his reaction to this colorful world. he, too, seemed intrigued, his eyes scanning the screen as the vivid shades of pink, purple, and blue danced in front of him.

throughout the movie, he pointed out each vibrant hue, his unique perspective adding a layer of appreciation to the colorful scenes. with every vivid burst of color, he marveled at the bright landscapes and the shimmering Barbie outfits, a sense of wonder slowly dawning in his eyes.

“darling, look at those golden locks," he whispered, nudging you gently as Barbie's iconic blonde hair cascaded across the screen. "in my monochrome world, such vibrant hues are but a distant dream. but here, they come to life, as if painted across a vibrant canvas."

you couldn’t help but smile, caught up in the charm of his observations. it was a stark reminder of the stark contrast in their worlds, and how beauty could take on such different forms.

as the movie progressed, Spider-Noir's curiosity turned into genuine enjoyment, a childlike excitement shining through his dark eyes. he reveled in the lively songs, the whimsical storytelling, and the joy that radiated from the screen. his laughter mingled with yours, as the movie took you on a colorful journey that transcended your expectations.

by the time the credits rolled, Spider-Noir turned to you, a wide grin spreading across his face. "thank you for sharing this with me, my dear. i never thought a Barbie movie could hold such wonder and joy. the vibrancy of this world, even for a fleeting moment, has breathed new life into my monochrome existence."

in that moment, you realized that sometimes the simplest of experiences could bridge the gap between two worlds. it was a reminder of the beauty in embracing the unfamiliar, and the endless possibilities of love and adventure that awaited you both. as you left the theater, hand in hand, you carried with you the memory of this unique escapade, ready to explore even more vibrant horizons together.

and just maybe, in the midst of the colorful tapestry of your shared experiences, Spider-Noir would find a new appreciation for the splashes of color that awaited him, not only in the world of Barbie but also within the depths of your heart.

———

a/n: he’s so dreamy like he would definitely call you his darling, honey, hun, sweetheart, sweetstuff, sunshine 🫂

[werewolf222222]

Shadows intertwined

Beds of wine

The moon turns to roses

And caduceus falls from the sky

Our heaven is our skin

Lies fade when we live

The breath on my neck

Isn’t yours

Cold as the night

And bright as your eyes

You raise your friends from the dead

My smile hangs loose

Dripping rain awakens

Slaves as we

Become headless

The money is torn

And all we have left

Is one another

To find each other

In the hail

In the frail defences falling

Where the falcons

Whose talons find use

For us

Fine creatures

Catching dreams in blinds coloured blue

Shadowy angels

And endings cold as winter up north

So stay warm my love

They’ll need our

Mess of sunshine

And immaculate bloom

♡

[eldritch-bf]

Path of Titans things I’d love to see

A new map or new area added onto existing map that is a desert (vast sand dune area, an oasis area, craggy dry mountains in a rain shadow)

Same as above but a tundra area with a snowy alpine area, a tundra with only some hardy plants, snowy mountains, and a frozen chunk of ocean

The ability to set a custom waypoint

Map actually shows the names of the POIs and you can toggle these on and off

Option to lock the mini map to always point north with the option to keep it as it is

Seasons??

Obviously AI dinosaurs in single player which I think they are working on or plan to

Nesting and raising young system once your Dino is an adult

A campaign/story mode like what WolfQuest has where you start as a hatchling and are with an AI herd or your AI parents and siblings until you reach young adult stage and have to go off on your own and find your own AI mate and have to defend your hatchlings/herd. Could also challenge leadership in an existing herd.

This may be weird but considering how waystones and replenishing water sources work I don’t think it’s that weird, but maybe a volcano or geyer or other very unique location where if you throw a specific item into it, you can get the weather to change. Like throwing a piece of lakeweed gets you rain for 15 IRL minutes. A rock gets you hail, a flower gets your sunshine, etc. A frog gets you a plague of frogs and a termite gets you a plague of locusts lmao.

Some mechanism to make finding items easier because some of them are damn hard. Most games have a mechanism like this where you press a button and the environment turns grayscale apart from the resources which emit a bright color. Or just make some of the items easier to distinguish (like the ROCKS. Make them glowing rocks or a bright color like pink quartz or smth idk). Maybe you have to do a special somewhat difficult quest to unlock this ability or you can only See rocks once you’ve collected rocks in an area so now they’re always revealed to that dinosaur.

Either: A mechanism that only allows carnivores to attack other dinosaurs if they are Hungry and any two dinosaurs can agree to a duel if they both 3-Call at each other within a 30 second window or smth otherwise you cannot take damage or call damage.

OR: an official server with this mechanic separate from the regular free-for-all KOS servers.

Regardless the above would be it’s own game mode that people who create servers could set as their game mode if they so choose.

Once you’ve visited a way stone you can fast travel to it from other waystones.

Feel free to add your own I know the game is still in beta and some of these they’re probably already planning.

[cassiecasyl]

i love you berry much

Hi hi!! Did you miss me? Well, it’s Tony’s and my birthday so you know what that means!! I didn’t really feel all that fluffy today so have some hurt/comfort instead :3  read last years’: 2021 2022

The water lapped gently at the docks, driven by the soft spring night wind that was currently also playing with his hair. Peter let the constant rhythm lull him in, let it drown out the noise and laughter from the party behind him. The water slowly approached, running up just to crash against the wooden pillars in a splashing crescendo. Afterward, it always retreated, collecting itself for the next attempt. It was comforting like grass swaying, and familiar like words bouncing around his mouth, never sure when to leave. Like a hand gently tapping on his shoulder. 

A tiny tremor rippled through his body as he awoke. Peter turned and looked up to find Mr. Stark smiling at him. He was holding a brown basket of sorts. “Hey, kiddo, there you are! You were suddenly gone.” 

Peter blinked. The water seemed to have settled in his belly now, lapping at his skeleton. “You noticed?” 

His mentor’s eyebrows scrunched up slightly; maybe, there were rain clouds on the horizon. Peter swallowed and looked down. The rain would only hasten the erosion the lake had already begun. 

“Of course I noticed, Peter,” Mr. Stark said, his voice almost uncharacteristically soft. He settled down next to the boy and sat the basket down in front of them. It was filled with strawberries, Peter noted with confusion. The bright-red fruits shone with the promise of happiness that came with their sweet taste. 

“I will never not notice when my favorite Spiderling goes MIA,” he continued. 

I’m your only Spiderling, Peter wanted to say, but instead of taking the hook for deflection, he said: “I’m sorry.” This only deepened the clouds hanging over Tony’s features, and Peter damned the hail inside his soul. Though, before he could let it swallow him whole, there was a soft tap on his shoulder. Mr. Stark had opened his arms in question. Peter only hesitated a little before he leaned in. A content sigh escaped his lips as his weary body melted into the warm embrace. 

“What are you sorry for?” the man asked eventually. 

Peter hid his face against Mr. Stark’s chest. “For ruining your birthday,” he mumbled. 

“I’m sorry, kid, but you gotta speak up a little. I don’t have your super-hearing, unfortunately.” 

Peter huffed in frustration. His eyes down-trodden, he sat up a little, sucking in air. Mr. Stark rubbed over his shoulder blades in comfort. “I feel like I’m ruining your birthday,” he confessed. When he glanced up, Mr. Stark’s shocked and worried expression made the rain start falling. He was making everything worse. 

Instantly, Tony wrapped his arms around his kid again, rocking them slightly. Like grass swaying in the wind, Peter realized. The man’s heart drummed on in a beat faster than the water, but it was clear and sound. Safe. “No, no, no,” he whispered into Peter’s locks. “What gave you that idea? Did Nebula threaten you? Because I can assure you, she’s working on her violent tendencies.” 

Peter chuckled, and the clouds gave way for a single ray of sunshine. “No. It’s just— Everyone’s celebrating, and I’m just here being a downer and I don’t even know why. I mean, I didn’t even have a gift ready for you!” 

“Peter, listen to me. You being here, alive and in one piece, is the best gift you could ever give me. I don’t care if you gave me a thousand teddy bears or blew up the lab. I’m just glad you’re here.” 

“I’m glad you’re here too,” Peter said. Unconsciously, he had shifted so his ear was lying right over Mr. Stark’s heart. It had slowed a little now, but it was still beating steadily. On and on. No terrible silence in sight. Mr. Stark held him and the world became a little warmer. 

“A thousand teddy bears, huh?” the boy inquired after a while, his voice lighter than it had been in a while. 

“Oh no, don’t get any ideas,” Mr. Stark admonished lightly. “You know, I once gifted Pepper a giant teddy bear. Didn’t go over well…” 

Peter laughed. “You did what?” 

“I gave Pepper a giant teddy bear. It was like 10 feet tall or something. Pep was not amused, to say the least. To be fair, I was not doing great at the time,” he explained. 

“I bet Morgan would love it,” Peter pondered and burst out laughing at Mr. Stark’s pained expression. The man scooped up the bowl of strawberries and placed it into Peter’s hands. 

“Now, no more teddy bear shenanigans. Eat some. I know you haven’t eaten near enough at dinner and spiders gotta eat.” Peter blinked and took a strawberry. 

“Why do you even have these?” — he asked while munching — “I mean, is it even safe? Pepper’s allergic, and you always say Morgan comes after her.” 

“Because you like them,” Mr. Stark said as if it was the simplest thing. “And don’t worry, Morgan’s not allergic, she just prefers different fruits. I did get Pepper’s permission for once, too.” 

“Oh, wow, I’m proud!” Peter half-joked. “Also, Morgan is wrong because strawberries are clearly the best. My condolences to Mrs. Potts-Stark.” Tony chuckled and took one himself, quickly evading Peter’s wavy hands. 

“Thank you,” Peter said. 

Tony smiled and ruffled the boy’s hair. “Anytime, kid.” 

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, with Peter munching on his strawberries. The water continued to dance with the pillars, keeping up their rhythm. When most of the strawberries were gone, Peter considered the last ones carefully. He took one out, the biggest that was left, and presented it to the man beside him. 

“Mr. Stark? I love you berry much.” 

To Tony’s credit, he did not only roll his eyes at the pun, but also snorted. He took the strawberry with a thanking nod and bit into it. After it was gone, he pulled the kid close again and kissed the top of his head. “I love you strawberry much too, il mio bambino.” 

[jow99]

And then there were two

Tuesday morning dawned a bit ordinary. Looked like it might rain or might brighten up, we weren’t sure. We set off for Mandy’s last ride here in Spain. We did get hints of sunshine but at times it was also chilly. Irrespective it was a nice ride and Mandy really enjoyed it.

Back in L’Escala we stopped for a drink and some patatas bravas before heading home for a not too big lunch (mind you Jose and Mandy had enormous sandwiches at morning tea so weren’t that hungry anyway). As we arrived at home we saw all these yachts heading out. Apparently it’s some World Champs, can’t remember the exact category but it looks amazing from the balcony.

In the afternoon Jose set himself up on the balcony packing Mandy’s bike away for her flight back to Oz. Suddenly there was much commotion as he was being pelted by hail. We quickly brought everything inside so he could finish. Typically by the time we’d put everything inside it had stopped 🙄

Tuesday evening we went out for dinner for Mandy’s last night. We had a drink down at the beach first but then headed into one of the laneway restaurants as it was getting a bit chilly. We had a lovely meal and a really nice evening.

Wednesday morning we were up bright and early to get Mandy onto the 7am bus to Barcelona airport. We’ve really enjoyed having her stay with us, she has been an absolute pleasure.

Back home we both rang our Mums before eventually getting ready for our Spanish group. Today we were doing mini debates, good fun. After that we headed up to Carrefour for some groceries.

Lunch on the balcony and then Jose crashed on the lounge. Not surprising given how much he’s done over the last week. Late afternoon we wandered down to the beach for a drink. It was a bit windy but not too bad. Though it would have been a pleasant evening on the balcony we’ve been missing the tv so we settled in for a night in front of the box.

[dark-elf-writes]

Ooo ok I can work with that

So what if Izuku was only initially irritated by whoever they works for hiring the bodyguard, but immediately drops it when they see Aizawa because ohmygodthat’sEraserhead.

And despite taking care of the people sent after them alone, some groups are getting more intense and leaked their quirkless status to try and get them fired/isolated, thus making the villain group their only option.

That way there’s the villain groups trying to snatch them up and the “regular” harassment + threats.

Ajkdshshs

Shouta isn’t the first one that has been called in to act as a bodyguard the other ones just couldn’t keep up with Izuku. Shouta is All Might’s Hail Mary pass like “if anyone can keep up with them and keep them alive it is absolutely you”. Shouta who owes All Might one for some unknown reason agrees and is ready for the worst assignment he ever agreed to.

But then there’s Izuku with big eyes and a notebook full of analysis who has mischief in their eyes and a sunshine bright smile.

Everyone around them expects Izuku to dip out on Shouta like they did all the others but they are both way to interested in picking Shouta’s brain and Shouta is way too skilled to let them slip away.

[aguamarinee]

➪ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Fuma × reader

➪ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst

➪ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: a series of memories written down from both sides after their parting. They can't let their emotions go towards each other, but their relationship is forbidden, they can't be together anymore, and they have to bear this burden and get through it somehow.

➪ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: ,,We are someone in the highlight, you are the summer of my life. Don't worry 'bout all the heartache oh."

➪ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1,4k

...He remembered her cheers; a thousand smiles couldn't shake his heart the same way hers did.

Then the way they met, when he first got to see this beautiful expression on her.

His heart sunk then jumped up, like the finest waves of the ocean, lapping comfortably and reaching the shores.

The shores in this case were his feelings, his quickened heartbeat reaching the center of his sentiments.

Blood drummed in his ears repeatedly, his cheeks seemingly getting fluffy and softer to the touch by turning crimson; the color of passion, admiration, and pure love.

Yes, it was pure love for him, from the start.

Every time she showed up he turned into the warmest sunshine, the purest child, the prettiest night sky, or the finest plush blanket — the best version of himself, only for her.

Before that, blushing and feeling giddy was almost alien-like for him, unknown to his insides.

But after a while flushing at every single thing she did became a pleasant reaction, a reaction he anticipated every day.

If he could, he would melt away like a putty, becoming the mushiest form of any material found on Earth.

Or even, he would've gone outside of Earth to search for something even more unique, magnificent to this whole world, never before seen... And never seen again.

Her porcelain hands he held oh so many times, her face reflecting her true emotions like the clearest crystal glass, her petite shape, and form compared to him, dainty eyes and lips, the most delicate cheeks he laid his shaking fingertips on. Ever.

...Shaking.

It made him remember the first time he saw her cry.

Those endless bright orbs leaking of salty liquid which were painful to his heart.

And her shoulders and chest slightly shook every time she released a sad sob.

Agony was written on her angelic features and her glow disappeared, not even a faint spark staying and her body language turning distant, closed-up, and cold.

So cold he felt frozen in his steps, and so cold he could've frozen to death in the biggest heatwave in the desert.

So cold... That snowfall and hail in the most ferocious and cruelest winter seemed tempting, like a blessing, a refreshment.

Almost hot and humid in comparison to the coldness she was releasing.

This time his heart sank and stayed like that.

He didn't know for how long.

But he wished for not too long.

He knew he could take a lot.

...But when will this promise truly break him?

When will 'taking a lot' will become genuinely a lot?

Unbearable, too much, more than what flesh and blood can stand?

That flesh and blood that throbbed all the way together for her, her heart, her happiness, her well-being, her existence.

That night he wished upon a shooting star to be with her forever.

But it wasn't just a wish, it was never just one wish... He never declared himself as a prayer or such, he believed a certain result is achieved with hard work rather than godly guidance but this time, he prayed so much that sometimes he forgot what other words sound like slipping from his mouth.

That same routine consisting of three or four sentences dried onto his lips, repeating it like an endless sacred mantra granting peace to his ever-running mind about the girl for a couple of hours.

She's the only one he would put his hand in the deadliest fire for, let it burn his smooth skin and he would even jump into the darkest, worst pits of Hell.

It might kill him, but if she survives, then it's worth it.

And just how he was fond of his blossoming love, now the same blossom-turned bloom of petals and petals-turned striking rose and rose-turned cruel thorns were fondling his heart's strings one by one like a thousand tiny knives, slower than the flow of eternity.

"...And if she dies?! Then what!?" He asked the oldest, currently his only support in this situation, the only one who knew what was going on.

"Your feelings will die too. And you'll finally be at peace. Rest a little, life's been hard on you, Fuma." He replied coolly.

"My feelings exist because of her— and I still exist because of my feelings!" He cried out the last words.

It broke him; his stance, his whole being sinking to the floor.

"If you really love her, then you'll learn to let her go." These were his friend's final words before he left him in his room, alone.

"Did he make you cry?" Her friend asked in a panicked tone.

"Worse." She shook her head, tear streaks visible on her face, eyes glassy and sad, not focusing on anything.

"...Did he hit you?!" She raised her voice and stood up from the chair with fury glowing in her irises.

"Even worse... Than that." The girl choked out, her voice barely audible. "...He made me fall in love." She whispered, her face turning pale, her hands tightening and the skin at the knuckles shifting into white, her bones meeting with the shell and muscles in that area.

But she wasn't angry in particular, she wasn't clutching her hand in fury or anything.

More like; it took every last and remaining bits and pieces of her willpower to not burst into glowing, salty tears again.

She cried so much already, every river and flowing stream hid themselves in embarrassment rather than in comfort; hugging around her petite, sad form, hiding her under the thick azure and turquoise waves, covering her in their understanding warmth as if in winter season one of December's coldest nights were awaited by her.

Those salty, crystal-like bits that she once admired when visiting said waters, playing in them, feeling them gurgling and babbling around her ankles and wrists either in her memories from childhood or such vivid remembrance from just a couple of months ago... With him.

He was the perfect addition to these outings and after she finished enjoying what the salted natural liquid had to offer, he was the perfect distraction and remedy to her dry, calloused hands and the perfect way to quench her thirst with his sweet lips.

His whole being was like the freshwater, that kind of water the human body could bear to drink from.

With him it always felt like she has an endless supply against thirst, she never felt dry or burnt-out, she always felt well-rested and hydrated.

But she began thinking that maybe she was spoiled?

He always reassured her though that it was not possible or even if it was, he was willing to give it to her; to spoil her until he can't, to give her everything she needed, and beyond.

Beyond the big seas and oceans, beyond his own supply that he offered any time of the day.

And beyond his own happiness and well-being... Beyond himself.

That's what broke her.

When he confessed after the damage has been done.

Despite trying to repair this, or rebuild what has been harmed, both of them silently felt the real weight of things.

Their shared supply of love running out, going dry hastily, at a sickening pace, like the worst-case plague to ever happen to humanity... and deep feelings.

Rivers turned poisonously green, hard to the touch, harmful effects of chemicals covering everything in a murky black cape, bringing bad omen to other lands and forests.

There was no reachable or earth-bound source left to save this condition.

...Cold rain poured down onto the windowsill at a very slow pace, the big, sad raindrops reflecting a dried-out relationship's last bits.

That was where it ended.

And that was where it had to end.

The agreement was mutual as well as the remaining feelings of sorrow.

They dripped down on both of their faces in tear form slowly, but only a couple of them, like the rain outside, because that day the sky cried with them too.

They were right for each other, they knew that, but the timing was wrong.

And that fact took them a long time to discover, unfortunately.

No damage has been undone or forgotten, but now, looking back... It was worth it, a little bit.

A little bit, between life and death.

But perhaps the next time they meet such injury might be evitable, for both of their sake.

➪ 𝐀/𝐍.: I don't know why I decided to write something sad with Fuma out of everyone, but I typed this out in one sitting — which is extremely rare — and he was the first who came to mind. I hope it was enjoyable though!

➪ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 【𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓】 !

[athenaion]

odin, allfather, lives in my head rent free. he's the only norse deity I feel particularly called to, and I think it's because of my deep love for the runes and the connection I feel to the music of wardruna.

he appears to me as ansuz, and I know odin is speaking to me through the runes. he gaurds me, at certain times, and he carries me through painful moments. he has known pain and he understands my own.

he is othala. heritage. knower of all that has come, and all that will be. one-eyed yet he is a seer.

odin-zeus also appears in my mind. the runes call him sowulo; brightness, sunshine, illumination. the One in my mind is not zeus is odin is zeus is odin, but both, at once. as though harihara - the merged deity that is half shiva, half vishnu. a divine father; a wild king. harihara represents all of creation and what is to come. odin-zeus is wilder. pure kingship and paternal instinct. he is alive, reachable, the palpable heaviness of an oncoming storm.

i wonder if odin-zeus is a manifestation of something beyond either of these fathers. pure masculine energy itself.

why does this call to me now? why does odin warn me of miscommunication, of forgetting the past?

the runes have not told me everything yet. neither are they going to. this is where we end, for now.

hail odin, allfather, who speaks through the runes!